Likes: besides food, tummy rubs, exchanging love letters with Zubee and cuddling with her peeps: barking!
Pet-Peeves: Buddy, the doorbell, Buddy, trespassers (real or imagined, bi-ped or quadriped, Buddy), not being able to be with her people 24/7 and did I mention Buddy?
Favorite Toy: Used tissues from the wastebasket (yuck!) and latex squeeky things
Favorite Food: Oh, if only I were allowed to find that out!
Favorite Walk: Any walk is a favorite walk. Lately I love the dog park where I don't have to be double-leashed to Buddy and I can still run free even though I can't see anymore.
Best Tricks: sit and shake (give paw), roll over, and sneaking food out from wherever there is any.
Arrival Story: Humane Society called to say they had a small dog matching my requested profile. I went early the next day and was first to visit her and first to put down money. She is my first ever dog and we all love her!
Bio: Lexie was turned in to the pound as a stray, but my zookeeper neighbor believes she is a purebred as her tail is docked and ears clipped, and she looks purebred. We'll probaby never know, but it doesn't matter anyway.
Lexie began to lose her sight early in 2009 and we found out she suffers from retinal atrophy. She has adapted to blindness and does very well.
I should have known a walk for a walk's sake sounded fishier than a Friday Lenten dinner at the monastery. We ended up at the vet. Oh, well. I had a full check up with Dr. Kaiser, the nice lady. The growth on my eyelid that was removed years ago has grown back and then some. Mom said it didn't really bother me, but what does she know? I have to have a dental next week and since I'm going to go under anesthesia, Mom agreed to have the eyelid growths removed at the same time. Sigh. There goes that eyebrow again. Phooey.
I also have something called epi-what-cha-ma-callits along my gums. At least three of them. Dr. K said that junk gets stuck under these flaps of gum and is partly why I have such bad breath. I think my breath is fine. What does she know?
So I got my rabies shot and something else I can't remember. Mom said no to the bordatella since I don't have sleepovers or visit outside my own yard much. I also had a blood draw for a full pre-surgery/dental panel. Mom said might as well get that over with today since the procedures are next week. The tech who held me for the blood draw said my breath was stinky. Phooey.
After we were finally done at the vet, Mom took me through the back to Frau Janine's grooming parlor and made an appointment for me there as well. Mom said she's too busy lately to groom me properly so she's gonna cough up the dough for a pro job. Phooey.
Mom mumbled something about a tax refund that is fast disappearing. I don't know what could be doing that.
I am not on here much at all anymore. Mom went back to the University to become a professor. She works a lot. Reads a lot. Still cuddles with me, especially when she is at home and has to read page after page of funny-sounding stuff. Sometimes she reads to me. Sometimes I help her understand something complex. Mostly I just sleep.
Pups, I am getting old. I am at least 12 years old now, but the vet thinks I may be up to a year or two older than that. No way of knowing. I certainly don't remember. But, that said, I feel really great. Can't see a thing, but I get around just fine. Mom does have to remind me not to park my hiney on the floor outside the closed bathroom door when she's in there because she for certain will open that door and I get whapped, but I forget. I guess she forgets too.
I am still strong and jump up on stuff and will run if we're out in the fields and Mom let's me know it's okay. My weight is good, not overweight at all, and so is my appetite. The only weird thing is that sometimes I shake. Not sure what that's about. I usually do it at some point after a meal - within the first hour or two. I don't think I'm in pain, but I like to cuddle with Mom when I shake. I'm not cold either. Temperature inside or out does not seem to make any difference to the shaking. Weird, I know. Old age does funny things.
Figured I would check in for the New Year. All is very good. I am a lucky pup. Except yes, Buddy is still here. Pffft.
Thanks pups for all the birthday wishes! For my birthday, I got a big old abscess on one of my canines. All my teeth are canines, but the one on the left that humans would call their canines had a large, angry-looking strawberry thing on it.
Mom freaked out and called the vet and we got an appointment for the next morning. Mom took me in and pulled up my lip to show the vet . . . and it was GONE! It drained on its own and I cleaned it out real good. I got an antibiotic shot and pills anyway.
Phooey on the shot, but the pills come wrapped with peanut butter, so it's all good.
I haven't been on here for a long time and probably won't be much in the near future. Mom is teaching and going back for more schooling. Apparently she just can't get enough. Always learning, just like me. At any rate, I'm busying myself with a persistent possum in the yard and the writing of my memoirs.
So please forgive my absence and inattention to pressies and p-mail. My agent really has me focusing intently on my barking tour. Know that I love you all and owe my success in great part to my fans. ;)